𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝐊𝐚𝐢 𝐇𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢

Chapter 01: Do eyes talk?

"Why do your eyes whispers to mine?

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Ahana

"Why the hell am I nervous about this?" Ahana murmured, her fingers swiping across the hologram screen in front of her. Her black hairs were pulled up in a bun held by an emerald pin, while some stray tendrils framed her high cheekbones, contrasting beautifully against her pale skin and ocean eyes.

"Well, I mean, it is still your first job– under...unique circumstances but first job, nonetheless," the holographic screen in front of her was divided half in documents she swiped through, her blue eyes trained on every information he could gather. While the other half had pulled a screen, with Mihir on video call.

His charcoal eyes narrowed a bit, seeing the subtle clench of her jaw and the rhythmic tapping of the bench he could hear, "Ahana, relax," his voice softened, when her eyes met him to anyone they might look like composed and calm, but he could make out the subtle anxiety behind those ocean pools anyone could drown in, "Everything would be okay, you are fine, strong and if something did arise you could easily beat anyone's asses... and well we both know that,"

"I know," she said, her lips twitching into an amused smile. The documents screen vanished with a flick of her finger while she smoothed down her top, diverting her gaze from his before sighing, "I guess, I am just nervous because well you-know-who,"

"Voldemort?"

"This is so not a good moment for a Harry Potter reference," Ahana deadpanned, seeing the grin on his face– his eyes crinkling from the screen. Making his already handsome face alight with joy, "You know I am talking about this team captain, Kai Hiwatari, who I would probably meet in some seconds,"

"Come on, you have to admit it fits him somehow. He's intimidating, powerful, and probably broods in secret,"

"You've been spending too much time with Rehan," Ahana muttered, shaking her head, "I liked my best friend better when he was mature and calm. And for the record, I've already gotten an earful about how 'hot' Kai Hiwatari is from Rehan. Honestly, I think he's more obsessed with him than any of his fangirls."

Mihir chuckled shaking his head, his tousled hair falling on his forehead, "Sorry, sorry– I just couldn't help it when I know you would get all irritated," he sighed, before giving her a reassuring nod, "And well you do know, but I am telling you anyway, you know you can call me– or well any of us, anytime. If something weighs on your mind, you call us, it doesn't matter if it is noon or midnight,"

"I know," she whispered looking away for a second, her eyes lingering on all the trophies that had been placed in stands at Mr. Dickenson office– collected by different BBA members, "But I hope I wouldn't need to,"

"I hope so too,"

For some moments silence lingered before she straightened, shaking her head as if to dismiss the thought, she wanted to keep those thoughts to herself, but she knew he would be worried if he still felt that she was hiding something, "You know...I told myself I'd handle it. That I'd keep my focus where it needs to be. The job, Mr. Dickenson owes me my life and- I can't let him down, but I just know that the second they step into this room, it's going to hit me all over again. His name. His bloodline,"